Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden
Standin' by the door
Fell in love with a maid
Over in the Georgia

Kaw-Liga, ooh
there, don't never let it show
She ever answer, yes or no

And he always wore his Sunday
And carried his old hawk
Maiden her beads and braids
An someday he'd talk

Kaw-Liga, ooh
there, don't never show a sign
'Cause his heart is made of knotty

ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder that your is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden

Kaw-Liga was a lonely
went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw
Wearin' the long, black

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't show a sign
'Cause his was made of knotty pine

And then one day, a customer
Bought the Indian
her oh so far away
And ol' Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga, ooh
there, as lonesome as can be
Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never had no kissin'
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know what missin'
Is it any wonder, that your face is
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' head

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